00:00Imagine this, Justin Timberlake, all by himself in a massive empty theater, working on some new moves. The only sound is the squeak of his sneakers on the polished stage floor. He spins, he slides, he pops. But wait, he hears something else. An extra footstep perfectly in sync with his own. He whips around, nothing, just rows and rows of empty velvet seats staring back at him. He shakes it off and starts again. But the footsteps are back, mirroring his every move like a phantom dance partner.
00:26Suddenly, a dark figure rises from the audience. A slow, single clap echoes through the silent hall, loud as a gunshot. A chilling whisper cuts through the air, seeming to come from everywhere at once. Dance with me. What would you do? Let me know in the comments, and don't forget to subscribe for more creepy stories.
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